Title: Sacked
Author: Tabatha Vargo
Release Date: November 24, 2015
When Sawyer Reed wants something, he gets it.
And I WANT her.
She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s already mine.
Her resistance is futile because once I start a play, I always follow through. And I ALWAYS win.
Nothing, not even the deep-seated hate I have for my rival, Jacob Byrd, is going to keep me from my end game.
And my end game is Gretchen Cole.
But I have to keep my head in the game. Everyone knows what happens to a quarterback when he loses focus. He gets SACKED.
I’ve been SACKED by Sawyer Reed! I believe Tabatha Vargo has some of the best opening lines of anyone I’ve ever read! In this case—she’s flipped me on my lid with her ending! Oh, Tabatha, my love, what are you doing to me? I was for sure I would never love Sawyer Reed like I love some of your other men but alas, he has turned me on my head and I’ve fallen head over heels!
Sawyer is the classic college-football-playing, cocky, Mr. Everything! You know the type that all the girls want, but is unobtainable?! That is, until Gretchen Cole.
“She was sexy. She was smart. She loved football. She could hold her liquor. And to top it all off, she made me laugh. I never thought something like that would matter, but it did.”
Yep, that was the point when I fell head over heels and landed flat on my ass for Sawyer Reed. He was human! He recognized a good thing in Gretchen and didn’t want to let her go!
Being a chick who is a bit like Gretchen in the football, liquor and a combo of sexy/smart (or so I like to think) she totally appealed to me. But her heart is AH-MAZING! She cares deeply for those in her life and shows it!
“I was in love with Sawyer. I think. No FUCK that. Shit. Yes. I think I am. Hell, I don’t know.”
This is how it works! Most of us don’t fall in love like in romance novels, we go kicking and screaming, unwilling to leave our independence behind.
The feels in this book were off the charts for me. I totally connected on so many levels. I’m a protector. I protect my friends, family, and most of all, my heart. I don’t give in or up very easily. I’ve always said the person I end up with will have to work hard to sweep me off my feet! Somewhat like Sawyer did to Gretchen!
Don’t think twice, just read SACKED! You won’t be disappointed! <3
~ Review by Heather
Tabatha Vargo, you have a way with words, and from the first words I read coming out of Sawyer's mouth, I knew I was going to love him because of his dirty, honest words. Sawyer could have women drop their panties just by showing them that lethal smile, yet when a newbie comes into town and he tries his charm on her, not getting the results he always gets, she comes into his target range.
I gotta say that I fell in love with Sawyer, not only for his dirty mouth but because he was real in every way. Even though he played the macho card, he was man enough to admit that he had become a pussy when it came to Gretchen.
Gretchen is every football player's wet dream. She talked, loved and understood football, and wasn't afraid for anyone to know it. She just wanted to see what all the hullabaloo was about Sawyer and yet, she wasn't impressed. Sawyer was not happy that Gretchen didn't fall for him like the others do. As Sawyer and Gretchen start out their "friendship", well, one thing leads to another and damn it, it was HOT!!
When we keep secrets we know that eventually they will come out, but are we ready for the outcome when they come out before you're ready to share them? Gretchen learned her lesson the hard way, and I hated the outcome. I wanted to smack Gretchen and Sawyer so many times and make them see that they were both in the wrong!
This was a beautiful story of allowing yourself to love and be loved—the real way—finding a way to forgive those whom you think have wronged you, and seeing your future with a brighter outlook. Now, don't get me wrong, this story had scorching hot sex scenes and dirty talking, but it also had so much more feeling than that. It was just beautiful.
~ Review by Kara
Pulling away, he looked down at me, a sexy grin on his face. “You’re so fucking sweet, baby,” he whispered. “I bet you taste sweet, too.”
I moaned loudly as he slipped his finger inside the lace covering me and swiped it softly across my throbbing center. Before I could really begin to enjoy it, he pulled his glistening finger out and sucked it between his lips. Seeing him taste my juices turned me on in a way I never imagined and the throbbing intensified.
“Mmmm. Honeysuckle.” He closed his eyes and sucked once more at his finger.
I moved to lean into him, but before I could, he dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands moved up my outer thighs, taking my dress with it, and then he was peeling my boy shorts off. Cold air rushed over my soaked folds as he shuffled them down my thighs to my knees and over my boots. And when I lifted my foot to help him take them off, he smiled to himself.
This was really happening, and I wasn’t sure I could stop it even if I wanted to. I was too far gone. I don’t know if it was the last few weeks of mental foreplay or the alcohol I’d consumed, but the second he slipped his hot tongue between my folds and sucked me, I didn’t care what happened. I only knew he was soothing the throbbing ache.
“Sawyer,” I whispered as my head fell back against the door with a thump. “Ah, God.”
I’d never let anyone in my personal space this way, but damn if I could stop him. The sensations that spread through me as he feasted on my sensitive flesh were beyond amazing. I found myself whining like a little bitch and begging with my moans for him to keep going.
My fingers moved into his hair, holding him to my body. Lifting my leg onto his shoulder, he opened me to him as he continuously licked and sucked, sending my body into a frenzied state.
“Yes. Oh my God, Sawyer, yes. What are you doing to me? I can’t …”
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he pushed a single finger into me and slowly began to work it in and out. My knees began to shake, the door the only thing holding me up, and I panted as the sensation of release slowly began to move over me.
Sliding a second finger into me, he worked back and forth and in and out. His tongue twirling my hardened nub before softly sucking, and I was done.
I exploded.
Tabatha Vargo is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author, but mostly she's a boring control freak with a severe case of OCD and ADD. Oh look, something shiny. She's a South Carolina girl who loves historical anything, wind chimes, and all things romantic and smutty. She's the mother of a 10 y/o tomboy and the wife of her very own Prince Charming.
When she isn't writing, she's texting book ideas to herself, hanging out with her family and friends, or reading.
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